"Taken So High You Will Never Come Down"

"I got something!" Sam announced, looking up from his laptop.

"What?" Chance asked, looking up from hers.

"Bodies are turning up outside of a nightclub," Sam read, "Ranging from the ages of 18 to 25."

"Great, does the article say anything else?" Chance asked, sipping from her beer bottle.

"The bodies were found in dumpsters outside the nightclub," Sam frowned, "Ten bodies in six months...ever since the club came under new management."

"I guess it's definitely worth checking out," Chance agreed. "Granted, we need to clear it with Dean...where is he anyway?"

"Chance," Sam pointed.

Dean was talking to a large man, and between them stood an extremely unsteady blonde woman.

"Kit?" Chance wondered under her breath, and walked over.

"Chance!" The blonde smiled, and threw her arms around her. "My good old buddy Chance! How's life been treatin' ya?"

"It's been fine, Kit," Chance smiled weakly, "Say, how many drinks have you had tonight?"

"Just the one...I swear," Kit grinned. "But whatever was in it, whoa...really kicked it up a notch."

Chance now looked at the man Dean had cornered; "Did I miss something?"

"Your buddy here thinks I spiked her drink," the man said.

Chance gave a nod, "Dean?"

"Let's just get her outta here, huh?" Dean asked, motioning to Kit.

"Right, good idea," Chance nodded. "Oh, and by the way, Sam's found us a case."

"Case? Case? Can I come along?" Kit asked eagerly.

"We'll talk," Chance draped one of her friend's arms over her shoulder, "Come on, Kit, time to leave."

"Bye-bye," Kit nodded, waving at the man.

Dean caught her arm, and helped Chance maneuver the girl out of the bar.

***

"Oh god, kill me now."

Sam smiled, "She sounds like Dean."

Kit was lying on her stomach on the bed, and looked up at him when she asked, "Who are you again?"

"This is Sam Winchester," Chance reminded her. "You met him last night, but you were too wasted to remember."

"I think that guy slipped me something," Kit sighed, rubbing her face. She looked at Sam again; "I've seen you somewhere before..."

"Yeah, at the bar last night," Sam frowned.

"No, I meant...never mind...I'm probably mistaking you for someone else."

"I got coffee and doughnuts," Dean announced, coming into the room.

"I retract that statement," Kit muttered.

Chance frowned, "This is Sam's older brother, Dean."

"Yeah, I remember him, he stepped in after the guy drugged me," Kit nodded. "Didn't you mention a case?"

"Yeah, some bodies are turnin' up near a nightclub somewhere," Chance said. "You in?"

"When my head's not gonna explode," Kit said, resting her head on the mattress.

"Hold on, why are you inviting her on a job?" Dean asked, "We just found her last night!"

"What am I? A cocker spaniel?" Kit snapped at him. "I'm a demon hunter, just like you guys...and if you don't want me along, just say so."

Chance folded her arms, "Well Dean?"

Even Sam looked at him, and repeated, "Well Dean?"

Dean shifted on his feet, "Fine, whatever."